ISABELLA’S P.O.V.
Enzo and I didn’t leave the room until noon. I knew it was the longest he had ever stayed in. I expected him to be upset but if anything, he looked calm. He had a spring to his step and the usual tension in his shoulders was gone. When we got to the dining room, Mac was there with Leo and Carmen. He looked up at us and I saw a small smirk grow on his lips but he was smart enough to know that he should remain quiet.
“Did you have a good night, Isabella?” amusement laced his tone as he spoke in a whisper so only I would hear. “You look well rested.”
“Keep talking and watch me punch your teeth so far down your throat,” I warned and he laughed. He actually f*****g laughed.
Leo looked up at us suddenly wanting to be part of the conversation. “What are you talking about?”
